With her lips only

This honest wife challenged at dusk

May move to much music; unsettling,

With a broom and mop wishes,

To be at the garden gate under the garnet sky;

With a little lamb, who would be,

An urgent lover: with her lips only,

Instead she's folding a sock;

Not with her mind,

She protests love to an urgent husband;

Not with her heart, but with her lips only:

For the children's sake, She arises 

At four o'clock am...

Timing her inner clock and arguing 

With her conscious

The lie is irreverent and ludicrous

For the children's sake is more like not

Freeing yourself to the world

A poor mother's lot in life

From her lips only

For she has what others do not

And that is strength I imagine

Or stupidity most would assume

She is the pilot of this plane

And it seems like there is impending doom